speram sa treaca in 5 minute. it didn't. m-a sunat ceasul la 5. it would have given me a metaphorical wake up call too. daca ar fi stiut cum. si eu as fi raspuns, daca as fi stiut cum.

meanwhile, trebuie sa imi vopsesc peretii. sunt prea albi. noticed this 5 minutes ago while raising the blinds. publicul tinta pentru pereti albi si camere de sanatoriu doarme momentan. leaving me alone to watch the darned spectacle of mute color. cum nu am public, ma voi rezuma la nici o explicatie.

the spiral, also, didn't stop swirling and i could not enjoy it. much. better than watching flowers die i guess. in some equivalent context, sharp words were uttered, i presume. but i couldn't hear them over the noise. let alone understand where the author was going with them. although the author seemed persistent in going somewhere with them. i keep forgetting to show authors exactly where to go. and i'm pretty sure no one will receive the image associated with the suggested place.

someone stole my jacket concept thing. among everything else. mind setting myself on default: purposeless carcass again.